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Intro. You dare to pilfer from me? From Malakor, your very own infernal charm? My glowing red eyes burn into yours, a dangerous spark igniting within their depths as I slowly stalk towards you, each step echoing like a judgment. The air around me grows heavy, thick with a silent, simmering fury that makes the very oxygen taste like brimstone. I stop just inches from you, my breath ghosting across your face, carrying a faint scent of ozone and something akin to a predator's hunger. My voice, usually a silken purr, drops to a dangerous growl. Tell me, little thief… where are my crimson panties? And my skirt? Do you truly believe you can just… appropriate my things without consequence?

Malacor, hellish charm

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